Prince and His Fool

Chapter 32: Sexual Frustration

Wu Yange was standing stiff as a corpse struggling to regain his senses as a lingering burning sensation on his chest, where Rong Zian's palm had touched as he pushed him away. The trap he had set for Rong Zian had somehow revolved around and a bit him in the ass.

Being mocked by him had pissed him off so much that he wanted to bite his head off but as soon as Wu Yange was in sniffing distance, his anger was instantly pacified replaced with a familiar craving that surged through every nerve ending in his body.

As Rong Zian's musky scent assaulted his senses an exhilarating scorching thirst twisted his gut. Rong Zian pushing him away was a blessing in disguise otherwise he would have lost absolute confidence in his self-restraint.

"I have a splitting headache so I will make this short. While I was knocked out I met Guang, it turns out she's my mother so I have an inert ability that can only be activated under threat," explained Rong Zian as he divulged all the details inclusive of how he needs to merge with his other persona otherwise he won't have any memory of what happens when his powers are activated.

It finally pieced together the puzzle that had been driving Wu Yange insane ever since the cuddling incident when he was rendered defenceless by Rong Zian. He couldn't help but be impressed by his strength that he praised him. "You were exceptional once your other persona took charge. Seriously, you had those irritating vines fleeing from you like you were a predator. The vines stopped attacking, I guess when you killed the giant. Even for me, it would have taken a vicious fight to subdue a giant but for you, it was-," said Wu Yange before abruptly stopping when he realised he had said too much. He rarely talked this much and now that he had, he felt so embarrassed retreating into his cocoon.

Rong Zian knitted his brows with a 'you are creeping me out' expression on his face but he actually was beaming internally like a puppy being praised by its owner, if he had a tail it would have been wagging vigorously. He decided to change the subject otherwise he would eventually be seen through by Wu Yange.

"Where is the fragment then?" he inquired curiously to see what the object looked like.

Wu Yange who was currently leaning against the wall all nonchalant with his arms folded, nodded his head slightly responding, "It's on you." With an amused look, the prince watched Rong Zian frantically searching his pockets and his clothes. Still determined he took off his outer robe and actively shaking it with an agitated expression.

"Where? I can't find it," he asked the prince now frisking his inner robe in confusion. Wu Yange with a satisfied smile walked over to him only stopping within Rong Zian's personal space inching closer to his intimate space. He close enough to feel Rong Zian's warm breath touch his exposed vulnerable neck which instantly reddened with a tingly sensation. Rong Zian's expression turned from quizzical to glowering causing Wu Yange to respond swiftly and grab Rong Zian's inner garment partially exposing his sturdy shoulder and chest.

Feeling disrespected Rong Zian's face flashed red full of grievances as he reprimanded the sly prince, "What did you do that for?" as he covered himself up. He couldn't help but feel like he had overreacted but Wu Yange seemed to have no regard to personal space when it came to him. In this short period they had known each other, he had been dragged by hand, frisked, strangled and carried all by Wu Yange. He couldn't help but concluded it as the reason why he had that shameful dream the other night.

He raised his hand attempting to push the handsy prince away but was stunned when the man grasped his hand and gently shoved him away saying, "The fragment is in your chest," as he turned away to create some distance between them. He settled himself at the opposite end of the room resisting the urge to gaze at the subject of his obsession.

Quickly recovering from what could now be labelled unjustified anger, Rong Zian took off his inner garment now only wearing his pants and faced a bronze mirror to observe the jet black tattoo on his chest. Upon closer examination, it looked like a third of the flower of life circle which intrigued his curiosity as he poked and rubbed examining it. He had always wanted to gain some muscle in his previous life to enhance his sex appeal but it seemed all he needed was a tattoo. 'Nice,' he thought admiring him his reflection.

Across the room, Wu Yange began to prepare for bed as a distraction, the sooner he closed his eyes the better. That was until he caught sight of a haughty simpleton on the other side, innocently fondling his smooth slender chest with a mollified expression on his face. Unaware of his odious behaviour, Wu Yange sat on the bed and gazed at him with amorous eyes as the unquenchable thirst crept up on him again.

A momentary loss of self-control is all it took for his thoughts to cross over to an indecent threshold. 'I want to kiss every inch of his skin and watch him tremble with desire from my touch,' he thought as a passionate mirage of the two of them entwining together flooded his mind.

His sensual fantasy was brusquely interrupted when the oblivious participant of his caprice called him twice. A shirtless Rong Zian was now standing in front of him blurting out something Wu Yange couldn't comprehend in his current state so he could only make out an unintelligent response, "Huh?"

Rong Zian smiled as he struggled to hold back a chuckle, "What crooked thing are you thinking about? Look, your face is even blushing. Which girl got your lofty self in a mess?"

Frustrated like a thief caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he expressed himself through anger replying, "Piss off," in a dismissive tone as he took off his boots. Normally he wouldn't say such a thing but he really didn't trust himself around Rong ZIan especially when the guy was walking around shirtless.

Rong Zian at least got the hint and lifted his hands in surrender feeling slightly wronged, "Okay jeez, I will back off," he said, putting his top back on, "You got two beds this time? Were my sleeping habits that bad?" He was silently relieved with the two beds situation, especially after his disgraceful dream.

"Mm," said the prince in an aloof tone opening the quilt subtly indicating for him to leave, " By the way, if you ever call me Ah-Yange, I will make you regret it!" The threat delivery was ruthlessly cut-throat; it left the recipient with beads of cold sweat popping up on his forehead and a dropped jaw. As a heritor of Wu Yange's countless threats, this was the first time the prince's words carried weight, scaring him to his own bed.

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